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1985 - Intro To 'The Fall Off'

J. Cole 1985 - Intro To 'The Fall Off' - KOD
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1985, I arrived
33 years, damn, I'm grateful I survived
We wasn't s'posed to get past 25
Jokes on you motherfucker, we alive
All these niggas popping now is young
Everybody say the music
that they make is dumb
I remember I was 18
Money, pussy, parties,
I was on the same thing
You gotta give a boy
a chance to grow some
Everybody talkin' like they know
somethin' these days
Niggas actin' woke,
but they broke, umm
I respect the struggle
but you all frontin' these days
Man, they barely old enough to drive
To tell them what they should do,
who the fuck am I?
I heard one of em' diss me,
I'm suprised
I ain't trippin',
listen good to my reply
Come here lil' man,
let me talk with ya'
See if I can paint
for you the larger picture
Congrats 'cause you made it out
your mama's house
I hope you make enough
to buy your mom a house
I see your watch icy
and your whip foreign
I got some good advice,
never quit tourin'
'Cause that's the way
we eat here in this rap game
I'm fuckin' with your funky
lil' rap name
I hear your music
and I know that rap's changed
A bunch of folks would say that
that's a bad thing
'Cause everything's commercial
and it's pop now
Trap drums is the shit that's hot now
See, I've been on a quest
for the next wave
But never mind,
that was just a segue
I must say, by your songs
I'm unimpressed, hey
But I love to see a Black man
get paid
And plus, you havin' fun
and I respect that
But have you ever thought
about your impact?
These white kids love
that you don't give a fuck
'Cause that's exactly
what's expected
when your skin black
They wanna see you dab,
they wanna see you pop a pill
They wanna see you tatted
from your face to your heels
And somewhere deep down,
fuck it, I gotta keep it real
They wanna be black
and think your song is how it feels
So when you turn up,
you see them turnin' up too
You hit the next city,
collect your money when it's due
You gettin' that paper,
swimmin' in bitches,
I don't blame you
You ain't thinkin' 'bout the people
that's lookin' like me and you
True, you got better shit to do
You coulda bought a crib
with all that bread
that you done blew
I know you think this type
of revenue is never endin'
But I wanna take a minute
just to tell you that ain't true
One day, them kids
that's listening gon' grow up
And get too old for that shit
that made you blow up
Now your show's lookin' light
cause they don't show up
Which unfortunately means
the money slow up
Now you scramblin'
and hopin' to get hot again
But you forgot you only popped
'cause you was ridin' trends
Now you old news
and you goin' through regrets
'Cause you never bought that house,
but you got a Benz
And a bunch of jewels
and a bunch of shoes
And a bunch of fake friends,
I ain't judgin' you
I'm just tellin' you what's probably
gon' happen when you rappin'
'Bout the type
of shit you rappin' 'bout
It's a faster route to the bottom
I wish you good luck
I'm hoping for your sake
that you ain't dumb as you look
But if it's really true
what people sayin'
And you call yourself playin'
with my name
Then I really know you fucked, trust
I'll be around forever
'cause my skills is tip-top
To any amateur niggas
that wanna get rocked
Just remember what I told you
when your shit flop
In five years you gon' be
on Love & Hip-Hop, nigga